When the ancient Polynesians invented surfing, they often used a paddle to help them navigate. Fast-forward a few millennia, and Stand-Up Paddleboarding, or SUP, finds itself trendy again. Part of its increasing popularity is that standing upright allows surfers to spot waves more easily and thus catch more of them, multiplying the fun factor. Paddling back to the wave becomes less of a strain as well. The ability to cruise along on flat inland water, surveying the sights, is another advantage. Finally, its a good core workout. If youre sold on the idea, schedule an intro SUP lesson, free with board and paddle rental, and you may find yourself riding the waves like a Polynesian king.More

In the past 30 years, light artists have reimagined an art form that has always had the ability to turn the night sky, or a simple window, into luminescence. Last fall, the Yerba Buena Center for the Arts turned its southern glass wall into a parade of sound-sensing lights, Lightswarm, that changes with the movements of nearby people and things. Future Cities Lab, the San Francisco design company behind Lightswarm, has originated another notable light sculpture. Located by the YBCA's steps at 701 Mission, Murmur Wall will light up in arresting ways as it incorporates local trending search engine results and social media postings. Onlookers can offer their own contributions, which will feed into the Murmur Wall's data stream and light up the sculpture. What's trending in San Francisco? If you're walking by the YBCA, you can see firsthand — at least through light patterns that reflect the city's volatile internet habits.
Murmur Wall debuts Thursday at 6 p.m. and continues through May 31, 2017, at Yerba Buena Center for the Arts, 701 Mission St., S.F. Free; 415-978-2700 or ybca.org. More

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San Francisco Film Society held their Film Society Awards Night at Bimbo's on Tuesday, May 7th. Harrison Ford was in attendance accepting the 2013 Peter J. Owens Award. Photographs by Josh Edelson for SF Weekly.

Detox for Dummies

Opens Friday at the AMC 1000 Van Ness, the Presidio, the Sony Metreon, the UA Alexandria, and the UA Colma

Rehab, sweet rehab. Last resort of the alcoholic, the drug addict, and the would-be suicide. Free room and board, lots of tender loving care, and a whole herd of fellow recovering screw-ups who'll always be there for you, and are willing to apologize and admit their imperfections at the drop of a hat. Throw in an Islands of Adventure-style obstacle course, the majestic backdrop of the great Smoky Mountains, and a brand of tough love that includes confiscating all those annoying cell phones, not to mention the fact that one's stay is offered as an alternative to prison. It doesn't get any better than this, right?

Perhaps not, if you happen to be a character in a movie, and portrayed by Sandra Bullock. It's all perfectly harmless fiction, provided that no one exits 28 Days with the idea that real-life rehab is this much of a blast. No one has ever looked as good as Sandra manages to do with a massive contusion on her forehead, or lying on the bathroom floor next to a puke-filled commode. If this is what alcoholism is like, sign me up! Even when Sandra falls from a tree while trying to score some drugs that had earlier been thrown out the window, the pale makeup designed to make her look sick merely achieves the effect of a better-than-average-looking goth chick. But what's this? As a post-fall Sandra examines herself in the mirror, she discovers ... split ends! The horror! See how low she's sunk? It's time to quit drinking for real now!

But we're getting ahead of ourselves. 28 Days is probably going to make a ton of money, for three simple reasons. One: The overriding, albeit superficial, theme that girl, you gotta dump that no-good man of yours! Two: There are ample silly bits and goofy moments to appease those who don't care to be lectured on the nature of addiction. And three: As ridiculous as it all is (and how seriously can you take a rehab program in which the ultimate test of sobriety is the ability to persuade a horse to bend its knee and display the bottom of its hoof?), it's somehow eminently watchable.

Bullock is Gwen, yet another variation of her standard lovable-flake persona, a screenwriter (although no evidence of such is given until about two-thirds of the way through the movie) who appears to be drunk 24-7. Along with her equally flaky boyfriend Jasper, she seems to spend her days dancing, drinking, and having sex. That is, until said behavior makes her late for her sister's wedding, and causes her to fall into the cake. Desperate to make amends, she hijacks a limo, searches in vain for a cake store, and then drives into a house.

Flash forward. In lieu of jail, Gwen finds herself at Serenity Glen, a rehab facility in western North Carolina that, apparently, is a mere cab ride away from New York (it's best not to question the film's reality). Stripped of her cell phone, Vicodin, and eyelash curlers, Gwen is made to attend lectures with titles like "Are You a Blackout Drunk, or Don't You Remember?" and "How Many Brain Cells Did I Kill Today?" and forced to room with teen delinquent Andrea (Azura Skye), who likes to eat candy and watch soap operas. Naturally, the place is teeming with lovable eccentrics, including Eddie (Viggo Mortensen, looking normal for once), a good ol' boy athlete who's addicted to sex; Daniel (Mario Cuomo look-alike Reni Santoni), an alcoholic doctor who bears a throat scar from an unfortunate self-attempted stomach pump; Loudon Wainwright III, as himself, singing whimsical and tragic folk ditties about drunkenness that will unfortunately be long forgotten come next year's Oscars; and Gerhardt (Alan Tudyk), a gay German dancer (i.e., comic relief) who would be only slightly less convincing if portrayed by Dana Carvey in a bad wig, but will undoubtedly bring the house down in theaters across the heartland (after all, plenty of people still seem to think Saturday Night Live is funny).

Gwen is all set to do anything she can to either break out or, at the very least, subvert every single rule in the house, but things change when she bums a cigarette from a reformed druggie named Cornell (Steve Buscemi, surprisingly playing the straight man here). When Cornell turns out to be her counselor, and challenges her to remain sober, backed up by a threat to send her to jail otherwise, Gwen decides to tough it out simply to prove him wrong. And thus the healing begins. Through a series of comic misadventures, Gwen learns to share her feelings, calm down every once in a while, sincerely apologize to her sister (Elizabeth Perkins), and confront her past, which appears in the form of vignettes shot mostly on digital video but occasionally in black-and-white. How very new millennium.

Director Betty Thomas has honed her skills mixing humor with a touch of pathos in such films as Private Parts and The Brady Bunch Movie, and the result here is no less effective, just a lot less believable. A token tragedy is inserted just to leaven the humor, but it happens to the most obviously tragic character, and involves that person suddenly displaying a problem other than the one that has been established. Additionally, the irony of all the characters turning to cigarettes as a substitute addiction is noted by the filmmakers, but never commented on. Is this really a preferable habit? Or is self-destructive addiction acceptable just as long as you behave yourself in public? And although drunken boyfriend Jasper is obviously an accessory to Gwen's drunkenness, couldn't she be a little more understanding of him? After all, he never forces her to do anything, and his problem is more or less the same as hers.

Ah, well. It's not like guy movies are any more realistic; just wait until Sylvester Stallone's rehab movie D-Tox comes out in the fall. A realistic depiction of rehab would inevitably be more critically acclaimed, but it would also be a major downer (see Michael Keaton's Clean and Sober for a taste of this). Audiences don't tend to react well to sheer, unbridled suffering. But a character beating tough odds, and striking a blow for sisterhood? That they'll pay to see. 28 Days may be escapism masquerading as infotainment, but as the former, it does its job well. And as sunny as the rehab facility is made to look, perhaps audience members will at least be discouraged from attending by the fact that no sex or romance is permitted with other inmates. Even in the unlikely event that they do look like Sandra Bullock.

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Sub Pop recording artists 'clipping.' brought their brand of noise-driven experimental hip hop to the closing night of 2016's San Francisco Electronic Music Fest this past Sunday. The packed Brava Theater hosted an initially seated crowd that ended the night jumping and dancing against the front of the stage. The trio performed a set focused on their recently released Sci-Fi Horror concept album, 'Splendor & Misery', then delved into their dancier and more aggressive back catalogue, and recent single 'Wriggle'.
Opening performances included local experimental electronic duo 'Tujurikkuja' and computer music artist 'Madalyn Merkey.'"